Into the noiseless country Annie went, Among the silent people where no sound Of wheel or voice or implement—no roar Of wind or billow moves the tranquil air: And oft at midnight when my strength is spent And day’s delirium in the lull is drowned Of deepening darkness, as I kneel before Her palm and cross, comes to my soul this prayer, That partly brings me back to my content, “Oh, that hushed forest!—soon may I be there!”
See, from this counterfeit of him Whom Arno shall remember long, How stern of lineament, how grim, The father was of Tuscan song! There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care, and scorn, abide— Small friendship for the lordly throng, Distrust of all the world beside. Faithful if this wan...
“o frate mio! ciascuna e cittadina D’ una vera citta”…
O ye sweet heavens! your silence is to me More than all music. With what full delight I come down to my dwelling by the sea And look from out the lattice on the night! There the same glories burn serene and bright As in my boyhood; and if I am old Are they not also? Thus my spirit is bold To...
quale allodetta che in aere si spazia Prima cantando, e poi tace, contenta, Dell’ ultima dolcezza che la sazia. DANTE: Paradiso, XX.
My christmas gifts were few: to one A fan, to keep love’s flame alive, Since even to the constant sun Twilight and setting must arrive; And to another—she who sent That splendid toy, an empty purse— I gave, though not for satire meant, An emptier thing—a scrap of verse; For thee I chose...
